Saturday, 27 June 2015
'Cracked Love' by Nadia Helal
We reunited in Iceland. A fitting name for your heart. After years of steamy sessions in backseats, we finally gave love a chance. I was afraid. You were too. I have to admit though, I gave up on you. All the geothermal spas and northern lights couldn't fix what had been broken long ago.
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